Don't be so hard on the good Doctor, ladies and gents; his alarmed response was entirely reasonable under the circumstances. It's well-known that the surreptitious pilfering of breakfast pastries is often the first step down the slippery slope that leads to a life of crime.

LOL I love the dynamic between you and Mrs Grumpy! But I guess I would have freaked out too because I'm usually not used to picking up people from the police station. Nonetheless that's one funny phone call!

OH MY GOSH, Mrs. Grumpy could have had so much fun with that one. She could have said in response to you "don't forget to stop by the bank as they only take cash or a cashier's check to post bond."

Boy, I would have had so much fun with that one. :)

When I was a teen (I think I was 15 or 16), we were living overseas. I used to hang out at the American army base rec room. I put some money in the coke machine but nothing came out even though I heard a click. So I stuck my hand up the coke machine and my hand got stuck in the coke machine. Anyway, the base fire department showed up and had to take the machine apart to free my hand. It got even worse. They sent me home escorted by two MP's. My father opened up the door and saw two ARMED MPs on each side of me delivering me home. OY, you should have seen the look on his face. He just stood there blinking trying to take in this strange scene. It got even worse when the Army sent my father a bill to fix the coke machine.

Apparently this is some sort of very common husband/father phenomenon. I had a medical school interview back home the other day. My dad dropped me off on his way to work and told me call if I needed him later. But my mom had told him my brother would be picking me up and I never called. I'm home at around 2:30pm and my mom gets a call from my dad, huffing and all out of breath. The conversation went something like this:Mom: "Why are you out of breath?"Dad: "I'm picking up our daughter from her interview but I think I'm late and I don't want to keep her waiting"Mom: "She's home. I told you your son and I would go pick her up today!"Dad: "Well, I thought I missed her call."Mom: "Was a there a missed call notice on your cell phone?"Dad: "No."Mom: "Then you didn't miss her call. [insert exasperated sigh] Just come home."

Well. It just proves that men, whatever colour their skin, whichever part of the earth they are on, are essentially the SAME. This could have been a conversation between the huz & me... The man still call to check, "Where are you honey?" or, "What are you doing now dear?" ALL THE TIME... I mean, wassup with the man?? My schedule is carved in stone due to the kids' various activities, soccer, golf, music, tuitions etc. I can literally 'predict' that I would be driving the twins to piano lesson at 0713hr 36s next Wednesday...

when My son was 17 and had just got his license...His first day driving to school, he got in a fender bender. The airbags in his car deployed, and he was taken to the ER just to make sure he was ok. However ....the police called and just said,...."your son has been in an accident, and he is at the hospital." They refused to give me any further info......Talk about shitting your pants.

Welcome to my whining!

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